Her golden hair fluttered in the night breeze, and her dark blue jeans gleamed softly beneath the starlight.
Her blue eyes were as calm as two mirrors, without anger, fear, or any unnecessary emotion.
Her right hand gripped the blade of the Necrosword, her five fingers closing around it and locking it firmly within her palm.
The black energy on the blade writhed wildly between her fingers, trying to corrode her skin, her joints, and the Infinite Power Reactor within her body.
But she showed no reaction. The black energy was repelled the instant it touched her skin, like water droplets falling onto red-hot iron.
"Who are you?" Gorr asked.
Android 18 did not answer.
Her right hand twisted sharply, rotating the Necrosword ninety degrees in her palm. The blade shifted from vertical to horizontal and slid out of Gorr's grip.
Gorr's fingers tightened around the hilt as he tried to steady the sword, but Android 18 was far too strong.
His body was pulled forward by the sword, making him stagger several steps as his feet gouged deep marks into the floor.
"Your sword is quite good, but your strength is not enough."
Android 18 finally spoke, her voice calm, as though she were evaluating something utterly insignificant.
For the first time, ripples appeared in Gorr's hollow eyes. They were not fear, but anger.
The anger of being insulted by an existence he believed should not exist.
"You are not a god," he said.
"I am Android 18." She took a step forward. Her hand did not loosen around the blade; instead, it tightened further.
Gorr was dragged forward by her, losing his balance. He could only grab the hilt with his other hand and pull with both hands, trying to wrench the sword from Android 18's palm.
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